S: Poetry Book
BC: "Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before." -Edgar Allan Poe | "A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom." -Robert Frost
FC: By Stephen Kim 3/29/2012 Glenn | Poerty Book
1: Table of Contents Page 2-3 - Language Arts Page 4-5 - Respect Page 6-7 - Where I'm From Page 8-9 - My Mother's Kitchen Page 10-11 - GSMST
3: Language Arts What is Language Arts To you? Maybe it’s just Pencils, pen, and paper, Or is it a way To dream? Is it about Poetry, people, and pronunciation, Or maybe it’s a way of Communication What is Language Arts To you? Does it make you think of Writing and Grammar, Or is it just a bunch of Nonsense? Do you think of Essays and tests, Or is it a way to become better Then the rest? What is Language Arts To you? Could it be Hope Or maybe just Despair? Maybe it’s A mountain never ending Or is it just The beginning? What is Language Arts To you?
5: Respect Sometimes I view the world cruelly, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I laugh to cover up anger, sometimes I won’t. Depend on the way the mood flows, I might even decide to roar. It really just depends on the feelings of mine. I’m not the average teenager in this world. And I ain’t here to waste my time playing. But I learned that we are all different Because I am a shining star yet to be seen. I’m not the average teenager in this world. My worth is not determined by my looks but my heart. No matter what others think of me, I will always be who I was meant to be.
7: Where I’m From I am from music, From the piano and the cello. I am from the plants growing green throughout my house Like a jungle. (Always glowing in the sunlight) I am from the flowers. The tulips red, white, and yellow that glistened In the moonlight. I am from good grades and dark brown eyes, From Elizabeth, Dad, Mom and Grandma. I am from the obnoxious laughter and frustrated sighs. From studying for school and hanging with friends. I am from the Holy Spirit. Child of the Virgin Mary born On Christmas Day. I'm from Korea and America, Pure white rice to plain cheese pizza. From playing with my father in 3 feet of snow, The white ice crystals shimmering to the ground, My hard working sister making a snowman In the dead of night. I am from the photo books Locked behind old wooden drawers. Dusty photos showing Smiles and frowns. I am from the memories Of happiness and sadness which made me Who I was destined To be.
9: My Mother’s Kitchen A place still mysterious To me Like a new world that has yet To be explored. From Thanksgiving Turkey To Eggs on Easter A place for memories To be made. Lush green plants Around every corner Watching as my mother comes in To make magic. From atrocious aromas To salivating scents There is always something new To expect. Cookies in the oven To be born anew Just what is the kitchen To you?
11: GSMST Standing tall and bright Shining in the sunlight. A place where students dream to be For many opportunities. To study is a must Or your mind will rust. A place to nurture Your incoming future. A place of salvation Or maybe just pure devastation. A school of math, science, and technology Where working hard is necessary. A place where grades are hard to sustain But where the amount of homework is also hard to maintain. A place where people leave due to difficulties But it’s also a place of infinite possibilities.